Jon had figured out pretty quickly after the broadcast and some interesting thoughts this morning that something really, really weird was going on. So he'd decided the best thing to do was to hide out in his room until it blew over.

...wait choice of words to think on.

Of course, when it got too cramped for his peace of mind, he'd decided to hide out on the roof for a bit before going back to the four walls of boredom.

Thankfully the only person up there was Claire. And he shouldn't be thinking that either, but he did.

"Think if we block the door somehow, we can keep the crazies from coming up here?"

"I'm not crazy! No matter what those government shrinks say." They were just biased against aliens and hostile takeovers.

He headed over towards the edge and looked over. "If I start acting like Leto, feel free to pitch me over the edge."

Jon snickered and shrugged. "Apparently, he's the school pimp, at least according to Brooke on the radio last night. Three different times yesterday, three different people."

He wandered back over towards Claire and sat down beside her. "So, how's your day been?"

"Hiding." Because it was a sex pollen thing, that was all he could figure out. Or someone had screwed up a sex potion.

Of course, knowing that, he hadn't quite caught on to how close he was sitting to her.

"I'm waiting to see a group of girls prowling around and tying up unsuspecting guys."

He grinned and shrugged. "Because that's what usually happens in those late-night B-movies. Everyone goes crazy from the sex pollen and then the women end up tying up the men and locking them in cages."

"It's the only thing I can think of," Jon said after a few moments. He was not thinking how cute Claire was when she blushed like that, because... well, no. He wasn't all.

Except that was. "That, or someone slipped something into the water."

Jon noticed the staring and tried not to notice it. He was starting to feel sorry for all the green recruits who ended up getting dosed with some sort of crazy shit off world and had trouble keeping from doing stupid stuff.

Because it would be really too easy to just lean over and kiss Claire. "Can't think of another reason for it."

"Or they'll just wait for it to wear off. That's usually how it works."

And there was shirt tugging, which was just as bad as the staring because it just drew his attention to other... things. Lower and yep, Claire's a very pretty girl. "Sometimes it's easier to just... deal with it until then."

"Yeah. Really nice." He scrubbed a hand over his face, because he was pretty sure his view was different from hers.

"Oh hell," he muttered as he leaned in to kiss her.

Jon just gave in to the fun of kissing Claire and shoved that insistent little voice that he didn't want to listen to towards the back of his mind. Because there was kissing and a very nice leg that he could slide his hand up.

He slid his hand up to tease at the edge of her tank top, shifting slightly as they kissed. He pulled away with a wince and reached down to pull a rock out from under his leg.

"Wanna move this to someplace a little more comfortable?"

"Um, yeah." Reasoning started to worm its way into his head, as much as he hated it. "So. Common room? We could find some food."

"Yeah." He stood up and held out his hand to help her up. "Away from the crazies."